It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

Season your admiration for a while.

a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.